I could decide to pick a prostitute and “sex” it away I could decide to get a wrap of ganja and smoke it away… Or visit a “pharmacist” to sniff it away I could decide to spend all day and night in a bar drinking it away At least I know, like my friends say […]
Category: Poetry
I cry When the chips fall off my shoulders When I put up a cowardly bold face And there is no grave to bury the shame in it When I find myself doing things I preach against When I seem to fear myself more than death When I know I’m not truthful within And everyone
When I’m hurt. . . I’m..hot. . . I’m lost… In thoughts… Every hair strand on my body gets dreadlocked… My brain like two threads deadlocked… The realities leaves me shell-shocked. . . When I’m hurt, I dont cry. . . I wear a big smile with mediterranean water dripping from my eyes Thats how